A family is a beautiful thing.
And this family, my sisters family–seems even more so. It was a mild Colorado evening and ice cream was on the agenda. So the five of us piled into the car and off we headed to the delightful streets of downtown Littleton. Flowers painted on the walls, forever growing up the sides of the buildings. Daisies and wispy lavender and baby blue birds flew across the scene. Fuchsia and pastel yellow pedals flourished and swelled up and up and up. Seemingly pulling the eye of the viewer from their ordinary, everyday life–lifting their gaze to something spectacular. Some saw it as a parking lot, we saw it as unique.
As a nook in the lively neighborhood made just for them.